Lunch

>>Valek

In the silence of the room where I wanted to have a serious conversation, I couldn’t help but sigh.

I turned my head and looked at the boy standing on the table that was right next to the door where I was standing.

“Daddy!” Emilio whined, “You don’t turn around. You raise your hands!”

I placed my hand on the gun, “Emilio, I think I’ve told you not to play with guns.”

He pouted but didn’t lower the weapon, “But grandma said it was fine.” He kept his grip on it and I glared at him. The moment he saw that he immediately released his grip on the machine and let it go.